but the rich [man] in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he will pass away.

And my life is lighter than a word, and has perished in vain hope.

Remember then that my life is breath, and my eye shall not yet again see good.

But my life is swifter than a post: [my days] have fled away, and they knew it not.

Or again, is there a trace of [their] path [left] by ships? Or is there one of the flying eagle as it seeks its prey?

For a mortal born of a woman is short-lived, and full of wrath.

Or he falls like a flower that has bloomed, and he departs like a shadow, and cannot continue.

Behold, You have made my days old; and my existence [is] as nothing before You; indeed, every man living [is] altogether vanity. Pause.

Remember what my being is; for have You created all the sons of men in vain?

Years shall be vanity to them; let the morning pass away as grass.

For we have perished in Your anger, and in Your wrath we have been troubled.

For my days have vanished like smoke, and my bones have been parched like a stick.

[My life] has failed from among my kindred; I have parted with the remainder of my life; it has gone forth and departed from me, as one that has pitched a tent takes it down [again]; my breath was with me as a weaver's web, when she that weaves draws near to cut off [the] thread.

For "All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man is as the flower of [the] grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,

Now the end of all things is at hand; therefore be of sound mind and self-controlled in your prayers.

And the world is passing away, and its lust; but he who does the will of God abides forever.